7 o’clock rumours

(Third Night—Alone)

I’m just thinking

(Not sure about what) That—

I’d like to write

Something, for

Someone (but) I don’t

KNOW who.

So I’ll write for myself.

And you?

I’m following the footsteps of a legend—

A place many think is bad to be.

I’m not sure I understand. If I tried,

On my own, standing next to her;

Our lights would clash. But in the shadow,

It’s different, for isn’t it so—

Light always seems brighter in the dark.

I don’t think I’m quite finished,

Yet I don’t know what to think.

Just keep typing, and

Something (will) happen—

I don’t know what.

Today is all about a lot of things.

Things that are important.

Important to me, at the very least.

Least they would be—

If I only remembered what they were.

I still think I’m not done,

But I think perhaps I am.

Somehow (this) finished,

I don’t know

Why.